Luyện nghe bài hát Tales Of The Riverbank

Fourteen hours of shifts
In early morning Mersey
Too to taste
The cornflakes on your

As morning hits the
You dream of all the ships there must been
A river of everything that it's not
And if your not meant to feel like this
Maybe time for someone to resist

The could tell you tales
Of working lives, with sails
Jobs were passed fathers to their sons

it comes down to you
The to protect the few
Unless you the line your jobs are gone

If it takes a thousand days, we'll never
Tell it a thousand ways, still be wrong

Not a word in the paper
Feels like we've been out for
Maybe unions and players won't us
But there's nothing on earth can us

The strength to load a thousand
But willing hands can turn to
On picket lines emotions overflow

A decent job for pay
To fight if the only way
The union says well tough you're on own

If it takes a thousand days we'll stop
Tell it a thousand ways still be wrong

Not a word in the morning
Feels like been out for ages
The unions and prayers save us
There's nothing on earth can us